King of the Hill (Early Take, 1987)

L.A.'s asleep, you roll up your window

The night air is cold, the freeway is clear

In a green Gucci bag, are your prized possessions

The jewels of your mind, to hold back the fear

And when Monday comes 'round

There's a high, lonesome sound

And she follows you down for the kill

And a white, blinding light

Makes it all seem so right

And you feel like the king of the hill

The driveway is long, your princess is lovely

And the servants all wait, for your knock on the door

How many years will you crawl through this castle?

So satisfied, and still wanting more

And when Monday comes 'round

There's a high, lonesome sound

And she follows you down for the kill

And a white, blinding light

Makes it all seem so right

And you feel like the king of the hill

Yeah

The guests have arrived, with all the right faces

But you miss the ball in that room down the hall

It's sunrise again, the driveway is empty

The crystal is cracked, there's blood on the wall

And when Monday comes 'round

There's a high, lonesome sound

And she follows you down for the kill

And a white, blinding light

Makes it all seem so right

And you feel like the king of the hill

Yeah, you feel like the king of the hill

Oh, you feel like the king of the hill